Move you f****** scoundrels the spyglass brings a prize
A hulking trader mercantile of far from modest size
Fill your pistols don your blades and haft and belt your axe
And send the gunners down below to ready the attack
Spark to life the iron beasts that dwell within her gut
Feed them powder shot and chain then haul them in their ruts
Down the sights the timbers lobbing, bobbing in the waves
Bring the final lick of flame to send them to their graves
Use our lead to do the killing sulfur screams the air a-filling
Make them rue the moment where they tried to return fire
Soot and powder stains our skin and burns away the guilt of sin
Turn this floating heap into their pyre
Fire!
Fill their ballast full of holes and tear them limb from limb
Shreds of sailors, soldiers, whalers in their blood they'll swim
Blast away their will to fight then throw the hooks a soaring
And leave the ones still standing with their throats and bellies pouring
Plunder all within her holds that we have yet to burn
Leave the draining souls remaining for death is all they yearn
Soon this burning butcher's boat will slip beneath the swell
And none will see these souls again 'til we all burn in Hell
Use our lead to do the killing- sulfur screams the air a-filling
Make them rue the moment where they tried to return fire
Soot and powder stains our skin- and burns away the guilt of sin
Turn this floating heap into their pyre
Fire!
A hulking trader mercantile of far from modest size
Fill your pistols don your blades and haft and belt your axe
And send the gunners down below to ready the attack
Spark to life the iron beasts that dwell within her gut
Feed them powder shot and chain then haul them in their ruts
Down the sights the timbers lobbing, bobbing in the waves
Bring the final lick of flame to send them to their graves
Use our lead to do the killing sulfur screams the air a-filling
Make them rue the moment where they tried to return fire
Soot and powder stains our skin and burns away the guilt of sin
Turn this floating heap into their pyre
Fire!
Fill their ballast full of holes and tear them limb from limb
Shreds of sailors, soldiers, whalers in their blood they'll swim
Blast away their will to fight then throw the hooks a soaring
And leave the ones still standing with their throats and bellies pouring
Plunder all within her holds that we have yet to burn
Leave the draining souls remaining for death is all they yearn
Soon this burning butcher's boat will slip beneath the swell
And none will see these souls again 'til we all burn in Hell
Use our lead to do the killing- sulfur screams the air a-filling
Make them rue the moment where they tried to return fire
Soot and powder stains our skin- and burns away the guilt of sin
Turn this floating heap into their pyre
Fire!